personal

One thousand eight hundred thirty-nine days since my mother, Kathy, passed away after a battle against lung cancer. Since 2017, I began posting what she’s missed in the past year. This helps me both connect with her and recap the last twelve months.

Four full trips around the sun have passed since my mother, Kathy, passed away after an extended battle with lung cancer. Since 2017, I began posting what she’s missed in the past year as a sort of retro-diary to her.

Since graduating from Ohio State in March 2009, I have started at six different companies. I either stick around for a long time, or I’m out within 4-8 months.

We have now completed Year 3 since my mother, Kathy, passed away after an extended battle with lung cancer. Since last year, I began posting what she’s missed in the past year.

I’ve been doing professional software development for nearly 10 years now. Throughout that time, I’ve worked at a number of organizations, I’ve been managed by a number of different people, and I’ve attempted to absorb as much knowledge (both technical and non-technical) as possible. After that long of a time, I’ve come to realize a bit about what makes me who I am, and what drives me as a person and developer.

I haven’t written a retroactive diary in awhile (ever since Mattie was born), so I figured I’d resurrect the process for the birth of my second daughter, Macie.

Back in the day (high school and early college), I ran one of the state’s largest track and field databases. All of the entries were entirely crowd-sourced (before crowd-sourcing was a thing), and it was used pretty heavily.

It’s been around two years since my mother, Kathy, passed away after an extended battle with lung cancer. Last year, I posted what I missed about her. To start a new tradition, I’m going to tell her what she’s missed in the past year.

I miss my mother.

365ish long days ago, my mother, Kathy, lost her battle with lung cancer.

Back, by popular demand, is a running diary of major events in my life. Previously, I wrote about my wonderful experience with PRK (and its admittedly not-so-wonderful after-effects).

This time, I’ve decided to write about something that brings me great joy: the birth of my daughter, Mattie.